"It was guessed...amazing."

Song He patted his head and showed an honest smile.

"But I still have to say it."

"From here to the middle of Chenjiaweizi, there is a waterfall."

"That's a waterfall. It's essentially a cliff with water."

"No one can pass except the front row."

"Now that my father is gone, I am the only one in the village who can help."

Song He gestured, trying to get Wang Jin to agree with his point of view.

"you…"

The latter turned his head and looked at Song He's body riddled with holes.

The haunting dragon almost destroyed him entirely.

The wound was spreading upwards, gradually reaching the lower half of his face.

If Song He hadn't been so strong, he might not even be able to move his body now.

"I know, I know everything."

Song He continued to speak, his eyes the same as ever, suppressing complex emotions in a calm manner.

"Don't you have that thing? It just buzzes."

Song He pointed at his head.

He didn't know how to describe the murmurs he heard when he was contaminated, so he could only express his intentions in this funny way.

"You're going to die."

Wang Jin sighed.

He guessed what the other party would say.

If the seriously injured man was Zhao Guangming, Wang Jin would readily agree and use the green god's breath to pour him from head to toe.

Unfortunately, River Song does not have such abnormal resistance to pollution.

Facing Green God's pollution many times in a short period of time was fatal to him.

"Brother, listen to me."

Song He shook his head and told Wang Jin his plan.

"Every time you buzz me, the wound will recover a little, and I can temporarily cheer up."

"I will use this time to row as hard as I can, and then we can rest."

"In this way, even if I die on the way, I can still send you to the same place."

Song He knocked his palms with his fists and smiled.

"The leader should die on the river. In the words of you city people, how cool it is."

“…”

Wang Jin sighed, not knowing what to say.

The description with a lot of gestures is a bit abstract, but surprisingly easy to understand.

Song He wanted Wang Jin to kill him slowly, and he took advantage of this time to row desperately to reach Chenjiaweizi.

Very cruel.

And it really works.

"Don't feel bad, I won't blame you even if you die."

Song He waved his hand.

"I'm very lucky, so I won't necessarily die."

"What's more, I also want to know...about my father."

"If the source of the Mud Dragon King is solved, maybe the whole village can be saved."

"I can survive too, right."

The dark-skinned young man gave a thumbs up, but his smile was a little forced.

He himself knew that the following words were just to persuade Wang Jin.

The Mud Dragon King was shattered, and Song He's survival time was directly shortened by twice.

Death is only a matter of time.

But his coffin is no longer here.

That's why Song He removed the door panel and ate the treasured ham.

He has no intention of coming back.

“…”

The latter still didn't respond, just eating quietly.

Hu Xiaobei didn't respond either. She was lying on Wang Jin's lap and burping, as if it had nothing to do with her.

Xiaohua gritted her teeth, but in the end she timidly said, "I'll go too."

"Brother, are you talking?"

Song He waved his hand in front of Wang Jin.

"Don't think about it, we are the only ones who can go."

"There won't be anyone else..."

"cough."

There was an awkward cough at the door, and Song He's words were interrupted.

The four of them turned their heads together and looked at the two figures supporting each other at the door.

They were covered in mud, as if they had just crawled out of the ground.

Mud mixed with blood dripped to the ground, making a sound.

"Mud Dragon King!"

Song He shouted loudly and stood up to protect Xiaohua.

"Ahem...I saw there was no door here, so I came over."

The drama idiot waved his hands, an embarrassed smile on his pale face.

Su Xi lowered her head and gritted her teeth, seeming quite embarrassed and looking like she wanted to turn around and leave.

"Long time no see."
Chapter completed!